These nine by nine centimetre illustrated books would indeed fit into a similarly,
or larger sized pocket thus earning the pocket moniker. They tell miniature
tales of pointlessness and apathy, and pointless apathy in images all sketched
with pen and its inner ink. If you can relate you are a honest human being.
Produced predominantly to see if I actually still had the power of completion
within me, this first in an intermittent series was written, drawn, laid out,
and printed within the space of a day or two. All the pocket books, including
those not yet realised, have essentially the same pay off; dissapointment
is a painful thing - so don't even try. It's a life lesson kids, take note.